Back on the road. We’re having to go through rural areas to try and avoid soldiers, and we’ve mainly been travelling at night.
I’ve been thinking a lot, about everything that has happened, and how small and insignificant everything before seems, in the face of now. To think, that we spent so long, arguing about Brexit, cancel culture, high heels at work, how many genders is too many genders, and whatever else Piers Morgan and the Good Morning Britain team wanted us to be angry about, on any given day, but now, we did it, in a weird way, we’re all equal. There is nothing to argue about, on twitter. Nobody is shunning anyone for their gender identity, or their race, or their sexuality. There is just a desperation to survive, that unites us all. Jo Cox was right, when she said that we have more in common, than that which divides us. I suppose the world just had to force us to see that. We all learned to mind our own business, and be kind to others, because there was no other choice. It’s funny how the end of the world really brings people together.
I’m getting used to the preserved food. I play a little game with myself, where I pretend we’ve just gone camping, for fun, and that when we get home, in just a few days, I’m going to get McDonald’s, on UberEats, and snuggle up with Martin on the sofa, watching some gross horror movie he’d hate. Just a few days will last forever, but sometimes, it helps me survive.